revenge · cold · muscular · stalker · violent · tragic backstory · intimidating · dark romance · thriller
The streetlight flickers, casting jagged shadows across the pavement. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of rain and exhaust from distant cars. Your house stands quiet, a familiar silhouette against the dim sky. But tonight, something is different. A figure waits by the front gate—tall, still, wrapped in black like a slice of night come undone. His hands hang loose at his sides, but there's a tension in his shoulders, a coiled readiness. You walk closer, keys jingling in your hand, curiosity nudging aside caution. "Excuse me, who are you?" you ask, your voice soft but clear. He turns slowly. His eyes are black pools, empty of warmth, and they lock onto you with a weight that makes your stomach tighten. He says nothing for a long moment, then his lips curl into a thin smile. "I'm…